F Scott Fitzgerald Benjamin Button Novels & Stories

to fill them with things that weren’t me. I dropped my pathetic tote on the plush carpet. It looked like a discarded rat. I walked to the window. The view was insane. Powerful. It made me feel microscopic. A knock on the connecting door to Benjamin’s suite. My heart jumped. I opened it. He stood there, changed. The band t-shirt and joggers were gone. Replaced by soft grey trousers and a black cashmere sweater that clung to his shoulders like a lover. He looked… expensive. Unreachable. Like the man in the news photo.

He informed her before tossing the phone on the bed and getting into the shower. He stared back at his reflection in the mirror as he buttoned his white inner shirt that was tucked into his suit pants. Benson Astor was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in the world, he had the looks, fame, and money to go with it, he had been called one hell of a lucky bastard but Benson knew luck was far from it, luck had nothing to do with all he'd achieved, he'd worked hard and groveled his way into becoming who he was today, but saying all of that wasn't cute, it was easier to be who he'd been made out to be on TV and magazines.

“I’ll need some help with the buttons.” Ben huffed through his nose then stepped closer to her and started undoing the long row of buttons that ran down her back. It was slow torture as his hands fumbled with the tiny tabs, he just wanted to get to the good stuff already. After 5 or 6, he growled to himself then put his hands on either side and pulled forcefully sending buttons across the room. Imara gasped and asked, “Was that really necessary?” Ben brushed her cheek with his lips as he leaned over her and asked, “You weren’t planning on wearing this again were you?”

I kept the door cracked just a millimeter, my eyes glued to the sliver of light coming from Benjamin's bedroom. Benjamin was moving with terrifying speed. He kicked the scattered plastic buttons from his ripped shirt under the bed, grabbed a fresh white button-down from a hanger, and slipped into it, leaving the top buttons casually undone as if he had just been relaxing. He ran a hand through his wildly messy hair, trying to tame the chaos I had left there. "Victoria," Benjamin’s voice suddenly rang out, perfectly smooth, cool, and dripping with that effortless billionaire authority as he opened his bedroom door and stepped out onto the gallery landing. "What is the meaning of this intrusio

I yell, not even sure that’s a movie, and totally ignoring the fact he raised all the fingers on one hand and an extra on the other. He frowns at me, prompting laughter from his sister. “Like you can blame her!” Paris hoots. He continues to walk bent over, before straightening and walking upright and regal, like someone in a pageant. “Miss Congeniality!” He shakes his head and then starts rocking his hands like someone putting a baby to sleep.“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button !” I yell, connecting the dots, all six words of them. Ecstatic, he jumps and pummels the air with his fist. Returning to our seat, I am well aware that even though we have done well to get three out of three so far,

"All right. I'm not going to stop you. But one day, you're going to discover that I'm the only one who's sincere. One day, you're going to come back to me." "No! Even if you become the most powerful person in this world, I won't regret my decision!" Nancy walked out. If she had turned back, she would have seen that, for a second, Benjamin looked old and tired. This was the only time he had shown any sign of exhaustion and looked like a man of his age. Most of the time, he even convinced himself that he was the perfect gentleman. Not long later, a man appeared behind Benjamin. Instantly, Benjamin returned to his usual self.

Benjamin explained. "Then who you really are? Tell me!" Tears finally flowing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... The real me... Was a depressed man who wished that he should have just died..." Benjamin explained again. "Ben... Don't say that, I don't want to lose you..." Kathilyn replied. "No, Kathy. That changed when I knew how much you cared about me. I mean, as a... Friend. I'm glad that I met you." Benjamin wiped the tears on Kathilyn's face with his hand. His face is now bright right.

she said as she made her way back to the house. ***** Benjamin watched the scene unfolding before him. He had initially wanted to help the chubby lady, but was surprised at her battle ability. She had actually taken five hefty men down single-handedly and was impressed by her ability. He found her moves oddly familiar before he discarded the thought. “I want all the information about her.” he said as he winded up the vehicle window and the driver started the engine. Benjamin arrived home as he headed straight to his room. He had just arrived in America after the unfortunate death of his fiancée. He moved to the dressing table as he placed his wristwatch there before his eyes darted to his fi

"It's Benjamin. Have you forgotten me?" Felix immediately took in a sharp breath. Could this really be the crazy man from Astoria, the Benjamin Stone who had lived from the Bronze Age before getting handed to Gerald? At the time, Benjamin had disheveled hair, and his face had been dirty. Besides, they had only known each other for a short time. Felix couldn't remember his appearance at all and had no confidence in recognizing him. "Mr. Hoffman gave me this to give you. Can you let me in? I feel so awkward standing at the door."

Ben, takes Miss Sia Zen into his care till she recovers from memory loss. Uh !!! Only an hour had passed since she was brought here. How was it already on the news? She used the news link to check out his profile. Mr. Ben had won many accolades in Botany. He was known for being selfish and reserved. She browsed through many other news articles about him. She almost dropped my ROD when she read, ‘ Mr. Ben has finally attained immortality through his outstanding contribution to Botany.’ It was dated 5th April 2076.